Maddison's POV
3 Weeks Later…
The boardroom was heavy with silence like a living beast, waiting until any form of weakness raised its ugly head. Maddison felt its teeth scraping down her skin as she stood to face the lions of HARRISON ENTERPRISES.
Three weeks. Three weeks had passed since Grant Harrison had thrown her into this glass skyscraper, three weeks had been spent typing a mad idea scribbled in pencil into a successful and real-world pitch. The large mahogany board in the board room showed the New York City skyline like a still lake. They closed in on it; Harrison Enterprises' older workers, businessmen and businesswomen whose suits were worth more than her family's first car, their faces blank masks of business ideas.
Grant sat in the head spot at the table, his face an unrea
